Monthly Archives: July 2008

i don’t normally use this here thing to advertise events, thing you might physically want to ‘attend’, but today i will. chrissie has set up a much better site though, where you can check out just a few of the events i’ve helped organise here in wagga. go here. be amazed.

nathan curnow is a great performer. come along to the readings. yeah & we’ll also both be in albury this saturday, should you want to catch up for a drink or three (details here).

‘for’ inside & roasting a mallowed question
life is foxy. just one pash in the blanket
graveyard of yet to do of pastel insinuations.
if miracles eventuate maybe begin to sketch
your dog in the nude glancing away. our worst
opposites got less different in every ashbery poem
certainly long recipes gyrate. i’m gone shouting
intractable slogans to wagons on the country road &
technology has a demeanour. go fuck yourself.

never give all the heart,
for love’s a clabbering
supercluster, occluding while
he that made this (knows
all the cost) comes: a sub-
classed article, coming like
ice in clipped snowclouds /
i made the news once but
never give all the heart /
looking ambient, the cat-
clawed exclusionist
granduncle that made this
disclaims barnacles &
associated narratives
(so, it seems, for love)
in every cleft of ocean
remember never give

tourists look to the skies trees continually disappoint
the expectations of others, this flush of morning, this
way you will come to hate yourself & hate the crass
footfalls in response too they will be charmed by
your distress, this fuck of a page, distress charming
you (complicity over continuation) i’m a musty cellar
in a harry potter adventure you will mount the stair
in that cute otherness of expectation (flush) but if
anything, this setting of urban garden, strangers
were charmed by the distress in your gait (swank)
bling of hips & thigh you will come to along apt
gravel walkways, this feeling of vermillion, &
expectations got valid last week (text: capital)
handshakes never known to disappoint like stupid
pedestrians looking to the maps to continually
disappoint the expectations of their kids or earrings,
this shish kebab epoch, you’re a reference to culture
like all the others, this way (go on green) you will
come to hate yourself & the little blips of a google
map they will be charmed by your distress, this
banal line of direction, (clouds skate with friends)

i meant to make something of it quite a while ago, but kerryn goldsworthy published an article on blogging – ‘Product, Practice, Private, Public’ – in the last issue of HEAT. there’s much in it, but one little part of interest: ‘…blogging is a way to socialise without the extra strains of being physically present…’ & a matter of extending the way you communicate with people, not a limiting occupation.

i am, eventually, drained by the physicality of ‘being present’. i need to withdraw & regather; many other people, i know, do not. so blogging extends my act of private thought & internal communication into a public act, an act with social reach. i like that.

because physicality is a process in flux. like desire, like the meeting of eyes, like sex. engaging & abating. how many of us sleep within a lover’s arms? after an engagement or not? limbs entangled, heads on breasts etc. if memory serves me correctly the sleep patterns of couples is prone to assimilation: positions are reversed: foetal positions facing the same direction for the most. & then even the rolls begin to subliminally coordinate – i face left, you face left; i roll, you roll.

there’s a need to gather one’s thoughts, desires & motives for action (writing). supra-physical conversation & collaboration allows a gathering with immediacy. in fact it’s more physical as if by design. we are not products of our imaginations but products of our methods.